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Lately I was feeling sick and bored of my relation with Chris, my little slave guy. I was exhausted and in a big lack of new ideas with him anyway. Also, I knew he was feeling quite the same, so I really didn’t mind when, one day I walked in our room and found him fucking Marry like an a****l. Actually it was a very funny scene for me: no chains, no cuffs or whips, no nothing, than him and Marry and her crazy lame hippie love. Sure I couldn’t help a smile and a big laugh on the inside, as I could see him practically freeze and look at me with the guiltiest and frightened look. I walked to the bed and on the bed, very slowly, and leaned towards him gently putting the collar with the leash around his neck, just to remind him who he is. Seeing him smile at my reaction, really got me angry, and thought I was just playing in the first place, now I really had to make it bad. I walked Chris right in front of the opened door and pulled the chain railing we had there as a door. He was now outside the room, with me holding the leash from inside the room. “On your fours!” I ordered, and so he did. He was so obedient lately that was becoming really annoying sometimes.
In my other hand I had two nails and a hammer. With an evil smile, I pinned the leash to the floor, making sure there is no way to reach it or to get free, and closed the railing so he can only see through the bars. “Now watch!” I said turning my back and heading to Marry that was already waiting me in the bed with a very naughty look in her eyes.
With the movements of a tigress, she pulled herself back leaning on the head board, looking straight in my eyes through her blond hair that was almost covering her face. I could see how horny she already was…You could almost smell that, you could feel it, you could taste it. I stood on my feet, on the bed making sure she gets a very nice upskirt view. I was determined to make the girl scratch the walls for me, and so I did. “Let’s make a show out of it babe!” I said raising my eyebrows. “Should I Stay or Should I Go” just started to play when I was about to strip. That made me smile. And this is how I was getting very slow but certainly close to her keeping the rhythm while I was unbuttoning my blouse and losing it on the way. I also took the panties out, but kept my skirt, as I sat down on her knees, so she can feel my pussy. I started to kiss her nipples and lick them first very gentle then sucked them a bit harder running my fingers on her belly and slipping my fingers between her tights, finding them soaking wet. I started to rub her clit at a steady peace. Doing so, like in a release she relaxed her whole body and started to run her fingers through my hair. I could feel her warm breath and the lust in her eyes was driving me crazy as I was kissing her lips. I was looking towards Chris constantly making sure he sees everything, and making sure this is a total mind torture for him. His hands were cuffed by those bars, so there was no way he could anything about the horniness we were creating. His dick was so hard, and I could see on his face how bad he wanted to get free, how he couldn’t take his eyes from us. I was loving how he was holding the bars so tight, as if that would help.
After a while, Marry became so sensitive at every touch of mine. She tried to close her legs while her body was twisting under my hands. She was almost cumming when I stopped rubbing her clit. Then I ran a finger over her pussylips and somehow rough I slid two fingers deep in her pussy. That cut her off a bit but it was in my plan. I didn’t want to get her cum just then. After doing so, I fingered her at the same seteady maddening peace, neither fast, neither slow. She was working her hips a bit, trying to get a bit more, and whispered moans were slipping from her lips. I ran a finger on those sensual, lustful lips, then across her neck and over one of her nipples on the way to her feet. There I just rested my hand over her inner tight, making her spread and stay still. I was now smelling her warm body, the sweet scent of her wetness as I was getting close to her pussy. Kept fingering her while kissing her tights, then started to lick on her clit and suck it, feeling it grow hard and feeling her pussy growing even wetter. Then again, when she was about to cum, I stopped for a bit, raised my head to see her eyes. She was in a whole different world as I could see. I scratched her tights a bit just to wake her up, and made her climb over to have my pussy too. Her asscheeks were looking more than delicious. I played a bit with that, spanking more in joke, making her twerk, than started to lick and finger her again now very fast, like a crazy. I was loving the way her warm heavy breath felt over my tights. Soon, maybe too soon, her body twisted and twerked as I could feel her wetness running bigger and bigger until she came hard. I didn’t came and didn’t want to, either. Not there, not then, not with her, so I got out of the bed, went to Chris, who was waiting quietly, but with a look on his face, mixed between fright and thrill. I always loved that look on him, I thought while I was taking his collar off, but keeping him cuffed. He wanted to say something, but stopped him: “Shhhh, babe! I wanna fuck myself, ok?” and I stepped between the railing and him, and holding my arms around his neck, I slowly slid his stiff throbbing dick in my pussy, starting to fuck it deep and steady, then faster and faster, that furious kind of “faster and faster”, not even caring that I was hurting my back on that railing. I actually wasn’t even feeling it. I was looking straight in his eyes and kept going and going, until I went real wet, and that made him even more aroused, so soon, he came real hard, on my belly. Then I just crushed in his arms for a minute, stepped back and opened his cuffs. There were no words needed. We could all feel the room’s air heavy on our shoulders going thicker and thicker as minutes passed. Marry was just starring from the bed, with her hair all messed up. That was a sweet vision. I smiled and left. Outside the thin cold air instantly took over me, over my face and my body, bringing with it the most powerful feeling of awakeness.
-The End-
(Marry quitted her lifestyle 1 year ago, Chris is still a loser, Alex attempted su***de a couple of times after Marry left and me…well u know me – typical.)
Lately I was feeling sick and bored of my relation with Chris, my little slave guy. I was exhausted and in a big lack of new ideas with him anyway. Also, I knew he was feeling quite the same, so I really didn’t mind when, one day I walked in our room and found him fucking Marry like an a****l. Actually it was a very funny scene for me: no chains, no cuffs or whips, no nothing, than him and Marry and her crazy lame hippie love. Sure I couldn’t help a smile and a big laugh on the inside, as I could see him practically freeze and look at me with the guiltiest and frightened look. I walked to the bed and on the bed, very slowly, and leaned towards him gently putting the collar with the leash around his neck, just to remind him who he is. Seeing him smile at my reaction, really got me angry, and thought I was just playing in the first place, now I really had to make it bad. I walked Chris right in front of the opened door and pulled the chain railing we had there as a door. He was now outside the room, with me holding the leash from inside the room. “On your fours!” I ordered, and so he did. He was so obedient lately that was becoming really annoying sometimes.
In my other hand I had two nails and a hammer. With an evil smile, I pinned the leash to the floor, making sure there is no way to reach it or to get free, and closed the railing so he can only see through the bars. “Now watch!” I said turning my back and heading to Marry that was already waiting me in the bed with a very naughty look in her eyes.
With the movements of a tigress, she pulled herself back leaning on the head board, looking straight in my eyes through her blond hair that was almost covering her face. I could see how horny she already was…You could almost smell that, you could feel it, you could taste it. I stood on my feet, on the bed making sure she gets a very nice upskirt view. I was determined to make the girl scratch the walls for me, and so I did. “Let’s make a show out of it babe!” I said raising my eyebrows. “Should I Stay or Should I Go” just started to play when I was about to strip. That made me smile. And this is how I was getting very slow but certainly close to her keeping the rhythm while I was unbuttoning my blouse and losing it on the way. I also took the panties out, but kept my skirt, as I sat down on her knees, so she can feel my pussy. I started to kiss her nipples and lick them first very gentle then sucked them a bit harder running my fingers on her belly and slipping my fingers between her tights, finding them soaking wet. I started to rub her clit at a steady peace. Doing so, like in a release she relaxed her whole body and started to run her fingers through my hair. I could feel her warm breath and the lust in her eyes was driving me crazy as I was kissing her lips. I was looking towards Chris constantly making sure he sees everything, and making sure this is a total mind torture for him. His hands were cuffed by those bars, so there was no way he could anything about the horniness we were creating. His dick was so hard, and I could see on his face how bad he wanted to get free, how he couldn’t take his eyes from us. I was loving how he was holding the bars so tight, as if that would help.
After a while, Marry became so sensitive at every touch of mine. She tried to close her legs while her body was twisting under my hands. She was almost cumming when I stopped rubbing her clit. Then I ran a finger over her pussylips and somehow rough I slid two fingers deep in her pussy. That cut her off a bit but it was in my plan. I didn’t want to get her cum just then. After doing so, I fingered her at the same seteady maddening peace, neither fast, neither slow. She was working her hips a bit, trying to get a bit more, and whispered moans were slipping from her lips. I ran a finger on those sensual, lustful lips, then across her neck and over one of her nipples on the way to her feet. There I just rested my hand over her inner tight, making her spread and stay still. I was now smelling her warm body, the sweet scent of her wetness as I was getting close to her pussy. Kept fingering her while kissing her tights, then started to lick on her clit and suck it, feeling it grow hard and feeling her pussy growing even wetter. Then again, when she was about to cum, I stopped for a bit, raised my head to see her eyes. She was in a whole different world as I could see. I scratched her tights a bit just to wake her up, and made her climb over to have my pussy too. Her asscheeks were looking more than delicious. I played a bit with that, spanking more in joke, making her twerk, than started to lick and finger her again now very fast, like a crazy. I was loving the way her warm heavy breath felt over my tights. Soon, maybe too soon, her body twisted and twerked as I could feel her wetness running bigger and bigger until she came hard. I didn’t came and didn’t want to, either. Not there, not then, not with her, so I got out of the bed, went to Chris, who was waiting quietly, but with a look on his face, mixed between fright and thrill. I always loved that look on him, I thought while I was taking his collar off, but keeping him cuffed. He wanted to say something, but stopped him: “Shhhh, babe! I wanna fuck myself, ok?” and I stepped between the railing and him, and holding my arms around his neck, I slowly slid his stiff throbbing dick in my pussy, starting to fuck it deep and steady, then faster and faster, that furious kind of “faster and faster”, not even caring that I was hurting my back on that railing. I actually wasn’t even feeling it. I was looking straight in his eyes and kept going and going, until I went real wet, and that made him even more aroused, so soon, he came real hard, on my belly. Then I just crushed in his arms for a minute, stepped back and opened his cuffs. There were no words needed. We could all feel the room’s air heavy on our shoulders going thicker and thicker as minutes passed. Marry was just starring from the bed, with her hair all messed up. That was a sweet vision. I smiled and left. Outside the thin cold air instantly took over me, over my face and my body, bringing with it the most powerful feeling of awakeness.
-The End-
(Marry quitted her lifestyle 1 year ago, Chris is still a loser, Alex attempted su***de a couple of times after Marry left and me…well u know me – typical.)
Lesley
- 11.08.2021
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